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Shit S-M-O-B
Smob
it
V-Town in bitch
Ton

I'm in deep shit
Got some niggaz from another
On that ass tryin' to run me off the cliff
What should I do, should I go, how could I fake 'em?
Bust a bitch on that ass and try to shake em' 'em
Call up cousin B on the phone, all ''cause I be in a
bit of trouble, a fruithead out here tryin' to turn your
a vegetable
But I'm hexa-smart smebbin' performance Dodge
They in a Buick

Meet me at the fo'
Got the sit real low
I'm on the roof the fo' fo'
Drive
What ridin'
I'm aiming for engine block
And when they stop I'm closin' down on shop
Suga baby they fucked up
you wait in the cut
While I bust and buck on these
mercy on a nigga tryin to take mine
Mobb shit with the click'll happen every

Heard shots
Fireworks fully auto
like they come from around my corner near my knot spot
Must be folks they done fucked around and to war
I know the sound my nigga B's fo' fo'
On the scene they say a got peeled back
A Skylark wrapped my neighbor's Cadillac
A pretty sight but a nigga can't say though
Hot ones through the ghetto (through the getto Bitch!)

Hot ones echo through the
(No gat too sent hot ones to the back)
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(Ridin' shotgun lettin' hot ones)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(But if hollow points is niggaz better duck)
Hot ones through the ghetto
(Hollow hot ones dipped in garlic)

I'm in the
in the cut
It's the goin' buck buck buck
I'm damn whats up
I had glock that fit the script
Some of that high shit
''cause all along I was smoking out them
Hot ones through the ghetto lit
This way that-a way I split them fiend's wigs
They had me up
on my click
We pound the frowns on those punk ass

See your nigga a ridah
inside
7-4 malibu with the do crew
they wanna do
I ain't shootin' for the
Cars or
I'm from the town leaving face down
I'm tryin' to stay 'cause niggaz they will
Put you in the cross, fuck around have you off
I got moss the these fools in a major way
and dirty to my death day

Gotta watch them riff
Hittin on you when you niggaz
slap my kizz-ass
Might as well have pussy ass
Hot ones echo through the ghetto ricochet
Bush comin' better duck that ass down in the bathtub
Dope track late night should be poppin' it's off the hook
See if they stay fienden' foamin' at the better feed them rook
better be careful just like jell-o shit be goin'
through metal, sheetrock and hot ones echo through the ghetto

Hot ones echo the ghetto
(No gat too black sent hot to the back)
Hot ones echo through the
(Ridin' shotgun lettin' hot ones)
Hot ones echo the ghetto
(But if hollow points is fired niggaz duck)
Hot ones echo through the
(Hollow hot ones dipped in garlic)

Hot ones echo through the
Hot ones echo the ghetto
Hot ones echo through the
(Where they at where they echo at nigga?)
Hot echo through the ghetto
(B-Legit, you up in this bitch me nigga)
(Fa boy)
(C-L-I-C-K while...)
is funky
Better keep a trey-eight, the bullshit
be bullet-proofed out
Better sleep on the if you wanna survive
Better know about those hot
I you better know about those hot ones
You better know those hot ones
ain't no names when they fly